I wish I had some sort of logical bit of advice, being someone who owns books in numbers that reach into the thousands, to give you, but instead, I just have my very own newly-inspired panic since I'm moving in September. Oy. But you know, to be spectacularly unhelpful--you never know when a book might come in handy.

Which is probably why there's no actual room in my room.

Pacrats shouldn't give other pacrats advice. -sigh-

(I can, however, agree with you on "The Great Gatsby.")